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If, dear minor league player, you decide to tell the general public of your disgust with professional baseball because, for the honor of allowing you to play among its chosen immortals, it’s paying you in stale beer and day old hotdogs, expect your words to echo off into...

For fans of the second book, Out Of My League, Here is an interesting story. Early on in my career, right after I got drafted, I remember sitting on the bus in ear shot of a drunken Dallas Preston. It was an off day, but we also had to travel on it so the coach let us have the...

Chapter Thirty-five On Monday, after losing a day game with the Bees, we packed up and hopped a flight to Colorado Springs, home of the Rockies’ Triple A team, the Sky Sox. Sky Sox Stadium is the highest-altitude park in baseball, even higher than the infamous Mile High Stadium...

No no no—not steroids. I’m not talking about the kind of cheating wherein in you put your life in jeopardy. I’m talking about the kind of stuff that an umpire like Joe West would have a conniption about if he caught you doing it. The kind of stuff Gaylord Perry, Whitey Ford, or...

“Woa, Lady, how did this become my problem?” I barked into the phone’s receiver. The property manager from the Hampton’s apartment complex, the place the team stayed at in Durham, was on the phone with me. She had a sweet Carolina countenance to her—until I started yelling,...